I guess my sister telling Dad that he would have to spend some time in hell when he died to pay for the things he had done in this life got to him - that or it may have been her saying, "I'd like to have a funeral for you, but no one would come," so he decided to have the procedure and live to see another day or year or however long he has in this world.
I'm sure my mom thinks I'm going straight to hell for not being happy that he is alive. She tried to tell me that it was a good thing when she heard the dissappointment in my voice upon his recovery. "It is good for your sister," she said. I personally don't see how my sister living with her perp who still verbally abuses her is ever a good thing.
So now he is at home higher than a kite, which to me means my sister lied about how sick he really was and got my hopes up for nothing. Plus, I always worry that he will contact me with mean, angry, hurtful, hatefilled words that pierce and terrify. I worry because throughout the years he has done just that - to other family members, and I really don't want it to be my turn to hear from him.
I always wondered how I would feel when the time came, so the good thing is that now I know I will feel relief and freedom from the burden that his meanness brings.
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